eighteen

Tyler's POV

"Mr Baird," I greeted the older man with a simple nod. "Do you have a moment?"

"Absolutely, Mr Gray," he replied cheerfully, gesturing for me to take a seat. "What can I do for you?"

This was entirely unusual for the both of us. I had never really been the one to visit my workers, as I personally preferred the feeling of having them in my domain rather than the other way around. So even though Mr Baird's office was just across from mine in the hallway, I had only ever been inside on a few odd occasions.

"I ah- actually just wanted to thank you for all of your work last week," I stumbled over my words, clearly not the type to say such things very often. "You seemed to keep this place under control better than I do."

"Not at all, sir," he chuckled humbly. "I hardly did a thing."

"I also wanted to sort of check in with you,"